Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (film)

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (released in the United States as Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone) is a 2001 film based on the book of the same name by J. K. Rowling.

Directed by Chris Columbus. Screenplay by Steve Kloves.
Let The Magic Begin (taglines)

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[edit] Harry Potter

  • [after Seamus Finnegan's feather blows up] I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.
  • [seeing Hermione run past, upset, after Ron makes fun of her] I think she heard you.
  • [wearing the invisibility cloak for the first time] My body's gone!
  • [Malfoy steals Neville's Remembrall] Give it here Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!

[edit] Ron Weasley

  • [mocking Hermione] It's "Levi-o-sa", not "Levio-sar". [his friends laugh] She's a nightmare, honestly! It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends.
  • [to Harry, about Hermione] She needs to sort out her priorities.

[edit] Hermione Granger

  • [to Ron] No, stop! Stop! Stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's "Levi-o-sa", not "Levio-sar".
  • [to Harry] Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter.
  • Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us all killed. Or worse, expelled.
  • Occulus Reparo. (spell for repairing Harry's broken glass lenses)

[edit] Severus Snape

  • [entering class room] There will be no wand waving or silly incantaions in this class.
  • I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. However, it seems some of you have come to class with powers so formidable that you feel confident enough... to not pay attention.
  • Mr. Potter. Our. New. Celebrity.

[edit] Hagrid

  • Yer a wizard, Harry.
  • (sees Harry trying to spit out the Golden Snitch) Looks like he's gonna be sick!


[edit] Dumbledore

  • It does not do to dwell on dreams Harry, and forget to live.
  • To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
  • The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.


[edit] Other

Malfoy: [of Neville and his Remembrall] Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would have remembered to land on his fat arse!
Dudley: Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?!
Professor Quirrell: TROOOOOOOLL! IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! [silence] Thought you ought to know. [faints]
Professor McGonagall: [to Ron and Harry] Five points...will be awarded to each of you...for sheer dumb luck!

[edit] Dialogues

[First lines]
Albus Dumbledore: (To cat) I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall.
(The cat turns into McGonagall)
McGonagall: Good evening Professor Dumbledore. So...are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid they are, Professor. The good and the bad.
McGonagall: And the boy?
Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him.
McGonagall: Do you really think it wise trusting him with something as important as this?
Dumbledore: Ah, Professor. I would trust Hagrid with my life.
(Hagrid appears on a flying motorcycle)
Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore: Ah, Hagrid. No trouble, I assume?
Hagrid: No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. (hands Dumbledore a bundle - Harry) Try not to wake him.
(Dumbledore takes Harry and heads for the Dursleys)
McGonagall: Do you think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of... Muggles imaginable. They really are--
Dumbledore: The only family he has.
McGonagall: This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world that doesn't know his name.
Dumbledore: Exactly. He's better off growing up away from all that...until he is ready.
(Dumbledore places Harry on the doorstep. Hagrid snivels.)
Dumbledore: There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye.
(Hagrid nods)
Dumbledore: (Places a letter on Harry) Good luck...Harry Potter.
Dudley: How many are there!?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley: 36?! But last year, last year I got 37!
Uncle Vernon: Well, some are a bit bigger than last year's -
Dudley: I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!
Uncle Vernon: Ahh..it’s Sunday. The best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?
Harry: [when Dudley doesn't answer] Because there’s no post on Sundays?
Uncle Vernon: Right you are, Harry! No post on Sundays. Hah!
Uncle Vernon: [holding Hagrid at gunpoint] I demand that you leave at once, sir! You are breaking and entering!
Hagrid: [grabs the nose of gun] Dry up, Dursley, yeh great prune! [bends the nose upward]
[The gun shoots and makes a hole in the ceiling]
Harry: Who are you?
Hagrid: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course, you know all about Hogwarts.
Harry: Sorry, no.
[Hagrid has just told Harry the truth - that he is a wizard.]
Harry: I...can't be a...a wizard. I mean, I'm...just...Harry. Just Harry.
Hagrid: Well, 'Just Harry'...did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?
Harry: [to the Dursleys; angrily] You knew! You knew all along and you never told me?!
Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew! How could you not be? My perfect sister being what she was? My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one who saw her for what she really was: a freak! And then she met that Potter. And then she had you, and I knew you'd be the same. Just as strange, just as - abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!
Harry: Blown up?! You told me my parents died in a car crash!
Hagrid: A CAR CRASH!? A car crash kill Lily an' James Potter?! It's an outrage! It's a scandal!
Hermione: Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one. [sees Ron attempting magic] Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see then.
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.
[Nothing happens]
Hermione: Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, not very good is it? Of course I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me. For example, [sits in front of Harry] Oculus Reparo.
[She waves her wand and Harry's glasses are immediately fixed.]
Hermione: That's better, isn't it? [realizes who he is] Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. [looks at Ron] And...you are?
Ron: [muffled] I'm Ron Weasley.
Hermione: Pleasure. You two better change into robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon. [leaves, but turns around to face Ron] You've got dirt on your nose, by the way... Did you know? Just there...
Malfoy: So it's true then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
[All the first years murmur in excitement.]
Malfoy: This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
[Ron snickers]
Malfoy: You think my name's funny do you? No need to ask for yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. [offers his hand]
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
[Harry has just joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team.]
Ron: Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters.
Fred: Yeah. It's our job to make sure you don't get bloodied up too much! Can't make any promises. Rough game, Quidditch.
George: Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally (Harry and Ron walk off) but they'll turn up in a month or two!
Oliver: (Leading Harry to practice, carrying a trunk) Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players: Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and a Seeker. That's you. (Opens trunk and takes a round ball with four indents in it out) There are three things of balls. (Tosses it to Harry) This one's called the Quaffel. The Chasers handle the quaffel and try to put it through one of those three hoops. (Points to three hoops on opposite end of field.) The Keeper... (Puts hands on chest) that's me... defends the hoops. With me so far?
Harry: I think so. (Tosses Quaffel back to Oliver) What are those? (Acknowledges two other balls)
Oliver: Oh. (Takes out a bat, a little shorter that a baseball bat) You better take this. (Hands bat to Harry, then unlatches one of the balls from trunk. It shoots up into the air, then zooms back down)
Oliver: Careful now, it's comin' back.
(Harry whacks the ball with the bat. The ball zooms off in another direction)
Oliver: Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. (The ball comes back heading directly for Oliver) Uh-oh. (It whacks him in the chest, knocking him over. He fights with it to get it back in the trunk. He eventually succeeds, and locks it back in)
Harry: What was that thing?
Oliver: (Panting) Bludger. Nasty looking buggers. But you... (Points to Harry)...are a Seeker. (Takes out walnut-sized gold ball with silver wings) The only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch. (Hands it to Harry)
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver: You catch it... before the other team's Seeker. You catch this...the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.
(Harry lets the ball fly around in the air)
Harry: Wow.
Hermione: You're a great wizard, Harry, you really are.
Harry: Not as good as you.
Hermione: [laughs] Me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things, like friendship and bravery. And Harry - just be careful.
[Harry enters a dungeon to see a man standing in front of the Mirror of Erised-Only, it isn't Snape or Voldemort but Quirrell.]
Harry: You. No, it can't-it can't be. Snape, he was-he was the one who--
Quirrell: Yes, Snape. He does seem the type, doesn't he? Next to him, who would suspect p-p-p-poor st-st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Harry: But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me.
Quirrell: No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! And believe me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse.
Harry: Snape was...trying to save me?
Quirrell: I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.
Harry: Th-th-then you let the troll in!
Quirrell: Very good, Potter, yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeons, he went to the third to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. Barely left me alone. But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now, what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?!
Voice: Use the boy.
Quirrell: (yells) Come here, Potter! Now!
[Harry walks to Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised]
Quirrell: Now...tell me. What do you see?
[Harry sees his reflection take out the Philosopher's Stone, then places it into his pocket. He realizes that it truly IS in his pocket.]
Quirrell: What is it? What do you see?
Harry: I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup.
Voice: He lies.
Quirrell: (screams) Tell the truth! What do you see?!
Voice: Let me speak to him.
Quirrell: Master, you are not strong enough.
Voice: I have strength enough for thisssssss.
[Quirrell unwraps his turban, revealing a hideous face on the back of his head - Voldemort.]
Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort...
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conviently enough, lies in your pocket.
[Harry attempts to escape.]
Voldemort: Stop him!
[Quirrell blocks Harry by snapping his fingers, causing flames to block off every exit.]
Voldemort: Don't be a fool. Why suffer horrific death, when you can join me and live?
Harry: Never!
Voldemort: [laughs] Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harry...do you wish to see your mother and father again? [Harry's parents appear in the Mirror of Erised] Together, we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return.
[Harry pulls the stone out of his pocket.]
Voldemort: That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power...and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things! Just give me the stone!
[Harry's parents disappear from the mirror.]
Harry: (yells) You liar!
Voldemort: (screams) Kill him!!
[Quirrell is choking Harry. Harry grabs Quirrell's wrist, which immediately begins to burn and turn into ash. Quirrell lets go of Harry in fear.]
Quirrell: What is this magic?!
Voldemort: Fool! Get the stone!
[Quirrell plunges for the stone with his other hand. Harry instinctly puts his hands on Quirrell's face, causing him to burn.]

[edit] Taglines

  • Let The Magic Begin.
  • Journey Beyond Your Imagination.

[edit] Cast

[edit] External links

Harry Potter
Film series
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone book film
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets book film
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book film
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire book film
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix book film
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince book film
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book
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